When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

Chapter 57 ARTEMISIA

Fire...

Fire is nowhere near the heat that I'm feeling streaming through me as he moves his hands up to hold my face as he kisses me.

I moan against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, and he moves his hands to the back of my head and down my body.

He lifts me up and slams me against the wall, beating out the little air I had still left in my lungs. His muscular abs press against the couple's toy, making it impossible for me to think straight.

I let him devour me, enjoying every second of it. He breaks the kiss to move his lips along my jawline and further down to my neck.

I claw down onto his shoulders, throwing my head back against the wall, my heart beating into my throat, risking suffocating me.

Suddenly, a suppressing sensation streams through me. I feel like drowning as I get overwhelmed by the feeling that must come from Fynn. "Fynn?" I ask, my voice failing me as fear expands in my chest.

He growls threateningly, and my heart stops as I feel his sharp canines graze the crook of my neck. "Hold still."

Freezing, I try to calm my erratic heartbeat by taking a few slow breaths. I realise that he must be fighting his wolf, who must be pushing forward to mark and mate me.

I recognize that it must be his fear that I feel, and I squeeze his shoulders as his hold keeps tightening.

"It's okay," I whisper, feeling him tense.

He tears himself off me, stepping backwards with his gaze lowered. "Go talk to Matt about if you can take it out."

"Fynn, I..." I start, but my words get caught in my throat as he lifts his head, and I look into his totally black eyes.

The blackness seems to even spill out of them as small dark veins run along his face.

"Out!" he shouts, making me jump. "Don't turn around!"

Pressing myself further into the wall behind me, I might do the stupidest thing I ever did. "No! Are you crazy? I'm not running from you! Do you want your wolf to kill me?"

"I won't kill you, little mate." Fynn tilts his head while his voice starts mixing with Drake's, making me feel like I'm trapped in some awfully scary movie. "I will just make you mine!"

My heart goes crazy while I fight to keep my thoughts reasonable, but it is getting increasingly difficult as my mind gets flooded by awesomely indecent pictures of him claiming me. "Do it here then, I won't run.”

Pressing my palms against the cold wall, I realise how I must be burning up. I see Fynn sniffing the air, and I fear he must be smelling my arousal. Goddess.

"Artemisia," he growls, sending a shiver down my spine.

"No!" I lift my chin, praying that my legs do not give out beneath me. "You will have to take a calming breath."

I detach one hand from the wall and move it before my body, mimicking while inhaling and exhaling, as if he still had to learn it. "And you will get him in check."

His snarl gets my skin to buzz, and I get a little push at standing my ground. "I can't run from you, Fynn. Not if it will enhance his desire to chase me." "You don't know what you are doing," he growls lowly, and I nod my head repeatedly.

"Well," I say in a strangely high-pitched tone. "I know that you are strong, and I would guess that none of the warriors standing around in this dorm can actually overpower you. So, I calculated that my chances of getting to Cayden before you will get me are very small."

Fynn laughs, and I brace myself for getting ripped from the wall. "Cayden can't do shit against me."

My heart stills in my chest as he stalks closer and leans his hands against the wall, caging me in. His warm breath fans my skin as he leans in, and my eyes examine his face starstrucked. "What is this?" I ask in a whisper, keeping myself from lifting my hand and touching his face.

"Nothing that would concern you," he grins, tilting his head as he mocks me. "Mate."

As I continue to look at him, I feel like he is lulling me in, dragging me into a trance.

While I lose myself in this sensation, I nearly don't notice how the veins retreat and his eyes turn to his normal colour.

He inches closer, and his lips graze mine as he sneers. "Get the fuck out."

Without even giving me the chance to think twice, my body reacts on its own accord. I push myself off the wall, pass beneath his propped-up hand, and open the door to escape this situation.

I run through the nosy warriors and out of the dorm as I already hear a murmuring behind me.

Even if Fynn seems to have been able to fight him back, Drake doesn't seem to be done with his playtime. 'Let's see if you can make it back in time.' Goddess, he is just like Fynn when it comes to it.

I sprint up the stairs as I feel the stupid sex toy starting to vibrate again. I groan as I get the ungentle reminder of how I was too taken, the situation to take it out. As the hallways are full of Omegas

scurrying around, I can't j

be

out like this either, and take it

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what each room might hold.

Goddess!

As he switches to a more intense level, I push down a moan, grasping onto the railings. The most

embarrassing thing is that an

Omega comes to ask if everything is okay making me want a black hole to open up and swallow me whole.

"Thank you, Amira," I say, fighting another wave of pleasure surging through me. "But it's all fine. I just tripped."

She looks at me worriedly as she wants to help me out, and I just want to disappear.

I decline her help gratefully, and she

looks at me confused as I start walking away hurriedly. Just as I run down the stairs, reaching the ground floor, thank the heavens and run to the floor with the private

over

entertainment rooms.

As I expect them to be empty, I see it as my best chance to get the stupid thing out.

Closing the door behind me, I lean against it, catching my breath, pressing my lips together as a new wave of pleasure ripples through me.

I wait for it to pass, but Fynn doesn't seem to lower the intensity of it anymore as he must have run out of the desire to give me easy chances to get

away.

Such an asshole.

I'm still fighting the lust growing in me, pushing down the little voice in my head that keeps telling me to just go with it.

'Ready or not. Here I come,' Drake announces jokingly, chuckling darkly.

Oh, no.

My panic sadly isn't enough to have my stupid instincts reacting to him coming to look for me in an adequate manner.

I force myself to push away the thought of being excited about it, and try to think about my next moves to escape him.

He can't go on playing with me like that.

I'm not his stupid toy.

Finally freeing myself from his spell, I shake my head and take a cleansing breath. Thinking about the tricks my brother taught me, I get to lock Drake out of my mind successfully and my haze finally clears up.

Just as I'm about to just open my jeans in this exposed hallway to take the sex toy away, my attention gets caught by a movement that makes my

heart stop.

"Missy?" I clench my eyes closed as if he would disappear, but his deep voice just goes on talking. "Are you alright?"

Damn it.

Can't I be lucky for once?